Okay. So my brother just came up to me, asking me if he looked okay. And he does this occasionally when he cuts his hair or is deciding an outfit or something. So I got all ready to give him an honest opinion on whatever fashion challenge he threw my way, a la Queer Eye. Then I see him, and I try to be nice and not laugh out loud but the giggles are just tumbling out of my closed lips. So I tell him he looks fine with an insane Joker-esque grin on my face. And he, for reasons unknown to me, did not believe my heartfelt comment.
The poor boy has sheared off half of one eyebrow. He looks like a demented Mr. Potato Head.

One thought on “

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s